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[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Who: FiN and visitors
Where: FiN
When: Day 227 after game and onward

[ Witty flavor text about taxes goes here.

'Sup, nerds? ]

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[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Teeth scrape lightly against the skin at the hollow of throat. He huffs a laugh, pressing a wet and warm open mouth kiss against the spot afterward]

No. It's not.

That would just be humoring me. And my pride won't allow it.

[Neither would probably Izumu's - or so Intensity guesses that would be the case]

[carnivorouscarnival]

[ his whole body shivers at the warmth against the slightly chilled patch of skin. ]

Right. So...

[ he inches up a little in Intensity's arms, enough so he can place a kiss to his forehead. ]

Give it all you've got.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Well.

Izumu's outfit does have quite a low cut. So.

He attempts to slide a little lower against him, brushing his lips across his collar bone in the same way his fingertips did earlier.]

[carnivorouscarnival]

[ his breath catches and he unconsciously sinks down harder onto Intensity, pressing his skin more firmly against his mouth in the process. drunk as he is, it's difficult for him to figure out what to do with his own hands at his slightly awkward angle, so he ends up just using them to brace himself against the ground. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[... Cute.

The next pass adds a scrape of teeth to the mix as Intensity watches the movements of those hands and wrists out of the corner of his eye.

Going to be able to brace yourself against that, Izumu?]

[carnivorouscarnival]

[ this time he makes a louder and longer sound, close to a moan, and his hands twitch against the ground. ]

Ah...

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Unlike his usual attempt to flip their positions, this one is a much more lazy effort. He grips Izumu by the waist and then uses the a twist of hip and leg to try to get him on his back.

His mouth never leaving that spot for more than a few moments during the entire process.]

[carnivorouscarnival]

[ with his dulled reflexes and otherwise occupied senses, he doesn't react in time to resist that, or even to roll with it more gracefully like he usually would—he just lands on his back with a grunt.

but at least his hands are free now, so he trails one leisurely up Intensity's spine. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He arches into the touch with a soft sound, probably just as Izumu intended.

But, oh yes, this is a much better angle to get at that delectable collarbone. This time he pauses just long enough to make a mark against Izumu's pale skin]